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Our eyes clash at his declaration and a moment later, I tip over the edge into an orgasm that I feel throughout my entire body. The pleasure is so deep, so powerful, that my body shakes as it ravages me.
Rayne’s hands grasp my hips in a punishing hold as he takes over, tearing every bit of orgasm from my body. His movements are precise despite looking as out of control as I feel. “That’s it, sweet girl. Come all over my cock,” he grunts. “You’re milking me so tight, Emerson. Your greedy pussy wants my cum so badly.”
His dirty words cause my entire body to heat. Fuck, no one has ever spoken to me like this. They’ve never said such dirty things in my ear as they fucked me, and I love it.
As my body begins to come down from its high, Rayne buries his face in my neck and groans long and loud right before I feel his hot cum fill my dripping pussy.
He doesn’t stop moving until the last of both our releases are wrung from our bodies, and when I move to climb off his lap, he holds me tighter. “Stay put,” he orders, pressing a kiss to my neck.
I allow my body to relax into his, to enjoy his warmth as we bask in our joint pleasure. Rayne’s cock is still buried inside me, and if last night is anything to go by, I doubt he’ll pull out anytime soon.
“That was some way to wake up.” I chuckle.
“Every morning for the rest of our lives,” he says quietly, and suddenly I don’t feel so relaxed. In fact, panic courses through my veins the second the words are spoken.
He can’t promise me forever after a week… can he?
30
Rayne
Emerson was hesitant when I dragged her on top of me, and I knew why. That asshole’s words from when I saved her from him rang in a deep part of my memory.
She’s not worth it. She’s boring in bed. I’d be doing you a favor if I took her off your hands, save you the used-up pussy.
If he said that shit to me, I was more than willing to believe he said it to her, making her believe she wasn’t good in bed, when the opposite is true.
I’ve had a lot of fucking sex. I’ve fucked models, actresses, hookers, and everyone in between with varying skill levels. But it’sneverfelt like it does with Emerson. When I sink into her pussy, it feels like she was made for me, like everything is right with the world as long as I’m inside her, and I’m not willing to believe that my little hellcat has ever been anything other than a goddess in bed, even if thinking about her fucking other men makes me want to go back to Brad’s shithole apartment and tear his arms off just for touching my woman when I didn’t even know she existed. Okay, so maybe Emerson makes me a little irrational.
The moment I sunk into her this morning I knew that’s how I wanted to start every day of the rest of my damn life, just proving that the wheels I’ve set into motion over the last few days are what’s best for us both.
Emerson freezes in my arms. Telling her I want to fuck her every morning for the rest of our lives seemed so natural to me in the moment, more natural than breathing, but she doesn’t seem to share that sentiment.
“Forever?” she murmurs the question.
I take a moment to calm myself, knowing I can’t lose my shit if she blows up. I have to be calm and collected if I have any chance of her agreeing to it. Not that it matters if she does or not, she’ll be doing as she’s told regardless, but it will be a lot more comfortable for her if she just gets with the program to begin with. “Yes, sweet girl. Forever.” It seems so obvious to me, but I’ve been mulling this over and putting wheels in motion since the first time our eyes met, I have to give her a chance to catch up, even if it goes against everything I am to be patient.
Emerson scrambles off my lap before I can catch her and a moment she’s on the other side of the room, her arms desperately trying to cover her naked body despite the fact I’ve seen it all before. She’s trying to put a barrier between us, but it won’t work.
I perch on the edge of the bed and watch her with one dark brow raised. She’s staring at me as if I’ve just sprouted an extra head. Her mind is running a mile a minute, I see it in the way her green eyes flick between me and the door and back again. I don’t think she’ll run again, I think we got that much clear last night, but honestly, I can’t be sure. Emerson keeps me guessing, and it’s part of her appeal.
“I think I’d like to go home now,” she says quietly as she turns toward the wardrobe she shouldn’t step into before we have this conversation, but before I have the chance to stand to stop her she’s gone.
I count the seconds in my head before the explosion.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
“What the fuck?” The door to the wardrobe swings open and Emerson appears in the doorway looking a mixture of furious and terrified. “Please don’t tell me I just became the other woman, Rayne? I will not ruin a relationship, that’s not me.” She storms toward me and I want to reach out and haul her back into bed, but I resist the urge and allow her to stand in front of me, her hands on her hips, waiting for my response.
She’s tugged one of my shirts over her head so at least she’s not naked anymore, but her anger is fucking adorable.
“There’s no other woman,” I tell her calmly, offering no additional details about the half a wardrobe of women’s clothing she’s just seen.
